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Isn't it enough already?

Sharing clothes, sharing a bed, kissing on cheeks, hugging like there's no tomorrow, crying on each other's shoulders when sad, cuddling while watching a movie, and listening to each other's soothing rhythm of a heartbeat without either of them complaining.

Isn't it enough already?

Talking about people, life, death, cats and SCRUBB and roads, nothing in particular really, but how beautifully the two of them would understand each other, sighing in contentment and falling a little deeper for the other as time would pass.

Isn't it enough already?

Totally enough, isn't it?

Or so both Tine and Sarawat thought for the past few years.

In these past few years, so many things have happened. Sarawat and Tine grew up in their respective worlds and then came bumping on each other in the apartment beside their University as roommates. They bonded almost instantly as they explored so many similar things about each other. Both loved cats and SCRUBB band, both were orphans and bisexual and both were medical students.

However, Sarawat was one year older than Tine. So when Sarawat graduated med school and started working in one of the hospitals in the city, Tine was still struggling with his last semester.

Throughout these years if someone asks Tine to describe Sarawat, he would say Wat is the most handsome person alive in this world. Meanwhile, if the same question was asked to Sarawat he would say Tine is more beautiful than most girls and is too cute for his own sake, without much hesitation.

Both had been crushing over the other through the past four years. But they never dared confess thinking the latter might have someone they like especially when they answer the same if asked about their relationship status.

They thought it's already enough to spend time with each other, being a little closer than usual, and have unending talks on deeper topics.

But is this really enough?

No!

Absolutely not!

Especially not for Tine.

He stood rooted on the spot with a bowl of Sarawat's favorite chicken noodles, steaming deliciously.

His heart broke when he found a beautiful girl crying on Sarawat's chest and the latter comforting her while patting her head.

He swallowed a lump before appearing before them, "Wat?" He whispered, trying his best not to disturb the crying girl.

He's no right to interrogate Sarawat. He was not his boyfriend. He was his best bro. His best Nong.

Sarawat looks up at him before nodding, asking wordlessly for a bit of space until the girl stops crying.

That does the thing. Tine's face fell.

He back away to his room, giving them space.

As soon as his bedroom door closed, his tears fell. He whimpered questioning if it's worth running behind someone so unattainable. It was never really enough. Never.

Should he give up?

No! He's not giving up so soon. He's never started, to begin with!

How can he leave everything without even fighting for it and trying to reach for it? He knows perfectly well how to seduce men, he's absolutely ready to play it the hard way. Either win the person he loves or lose him forever. There's no backing away.

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The girl was Pam, as his friend Fong had found out after his small investigation and informed him. She was not brought home for a few days, yet Sarawat keeps on bringing her name in their conversations, much to Tine's irritation.

He started his plan on a perfect Tuesday by wearing Sarawat's biggest green hoodie, which slides down perfectly showing his collarbones and milky white neck and he pulled over one of the shortest boxers he can find in his cupboard.

It was a quiet evening when Sarawat came home after attending five surgeries, all tired and weary.

His eyes immediately widened to find Time in his lilac hoodie, which had slid down too much to show his collarbones and left shoulder and his slender milky white legs were in full display as he stirs something in the kitchenette. He gulped, his mouth feeling too dry. His heartbeats were too wild, suddenly.

As Tine senses Wat's presence, he instantly reached out for a container on the top shelf, letting his hoodie pulled up, revealing his shortest boxers firmly hugging his manhood and his buttcheeks.

Sarawat chokes in his own spit at finding the view quite stimulating. He felt his member growing stiff. Fuck.

"Tine!" He said, trying to breathe normally.

Tine looked at him, giving a high-five to himself, mentally after finding Sarawat's unusual behavior. He was getting affected and Tine was definitely winning.

"P'Wat, you're back? Can you help me? The box is too high for me to reach", Tine wanted to smirk, so bad when he saw Sarawat stiffen.

Sarawat did oblige to his request. He went to stand back of the boy as he reached out for the box and took it down only to stop his movement when he saw Tine, already turned to face him and looking at him, dreamily. He blushed. The expression made his member twitch in response. Fuck. Cold shower, I am coming!

He was as if glued to the position, his thinking capacity shutting down one by one. His warm chocolate brown eyes bore into Tine's dark brown one. He let his gaze fall to his plump lips, letting it stay there.

"P'Wat...", Tine whispered, excitement and anticipation building up in his stomach at what could possibly happen at this rate.

Sarawat looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He came closer to Tine, lips quivering with every passing second.

He sucked in a breath before pulling away, all flustered. Fuck. That was close!

"Ah, I need to go shower. Tine... um, " his eyes went to roam around in his exposed collarbones, taunting him to lick them, and then the hoodie, "nice hoodie", he shuttered before awkwardly walking away.

Tine let out a breath he didn't know he was holding while patting his chest so that his drumming heartbeats would calm down.

Fuck. That was too close!

The next plan was made instantly on spot. Tine was eating a big block of chocolate and watching a movie with Sarawat. He deliberately smeared the chocolate over his lips and face before finishing it.

"P'Wat?" He called out with his softly, trying not to disturb Wat when he is watching the movie too intently.

"Hm?"

"Can you help me clean the chocolate smears? I cannot see them", he faked a struggle of cleaning the mess.

Sarawat groaned playfully before chuckling at Tine. How can he be this adorable?

"Come here, nuisance", he took a clean tissue paper from the box before carefully rubbing off the mess from Tine's face.

Tine's breath hitched at the proximity, having his eyes glued on Wat as he expertly cleaned it off.

He loved looking at how wonderfully his eyebrows have been furrowed in concentration and how perfectly his moppy hair had fallen over his forehead. He couldn't help but wonder if Pam had also seen Sarawat like this.

Sensing a hard gaze on him, Sarawat looked up hooking his gaze with Tine. They felt a sense of belonging finding each other's reflection in each other's eyes. This is where they belong, yes. Both of their hearts were beating like drums.

Sarawat sprang away as he realized what exactly he was about to do.

He was about to kiss his Nong. He was about to mess things up.

He shoved the chocolate-coated tissue papers in the bin standing up with a jolt, "your face is clean n-now."

"Alright", Tine mumbled, blushing furiously.

He wished he could just kiss him someday!

Sarawat has been losing his self-control lately with Tine being too much of a distraction.

Last few weeks, Tine has walked around the apartment with the shortest towel wrapped around his waist, showing off his milky body, and a few days ago he had thrown some sensual signs while eating.

Everything was so stimulating for Sarawat that there was hardly any time he wasn't imagining fucking Tine senseless and ending up getting hard.

He wasn't understanding what exactly the boy was getting at. Was he doing it intentionally or was it all inside Wat's head? ARGH! HE'S SO DONE!

He was lucky it was his day off today and the younger wasn't at home or else it would be really embarrassing for him.

He was on Tine's bed, completely naked from waist, imagining Tine's taunting collarbones, slender neck, perfect lips, perky boobs, and round buttocks- oh so ravishingly perfect!

He moaned silently inhaling Tine's scent on his bed. It was God's grace that Tine wouldn't be home until afternoon. He had his fingers encircling his shaft as he jerked it in slow rhythm imagining a very naked and panting Tine under him.

He imagined how the younger would chant his name as moans and groans escaping those plump, taunting lips.

He felt his member twitch in response to his wildest imaginations.

Fuck. The things you make me feel, Tine!

Replaying the images of Tine's milky white body in his mind, he dived in the oceans full of pleasure. He doesn't care if he's going to drown in it. That thought can go fuck itself up.

"Ahh! Tine- umm", he moaned jerking way more faster. Tears appearing in his eyes as he rose higher and higher in pleasure. He bit his lips down, feeling his high nearing every second.

Tine. Tine. Tine. Tine. He chanted like a mantra as if he's going to save him whatever he's going to experience next.

How he wanted to do things to him that might not be something 'brothers' do! He's guilty, yes. He feels guilty to have dirty thoughts for someone who sees him as his best 'bro'.

Fuck. He hates the term with passion. He hates it so much. He hates how it chains someone down.

"TINEEE-" He screeched as he ejaculated, having his eyes rolled back and head pressing back into the pillows.

He laid there breathing raggedly.

Fuck!

That's the only word that came to his mind as realization dawns upon him. He feels disgusted in himself for conjuring up lewd thoughts on someone who is supposed to be his brother. How could he do that!

What if the younger comes to know about it? What would he do then? How will he show his face to him?!

Tears bloomed out of his eyes. This time not because of the sexual stimulation, but because of self-loathing.

As if it was on cue, Tine's voice boomed in the room.

He was so dead.

Tine was glad to get early leave from the hospital grounds. He was mentally preparing his seduction schedule for today. He has been catching Wat off–guard a lot of times this week. Every time he succeeds in making the older flush, the same time they both conjure up a sizzling sexual tension between them. Tine feels giddy to know Sarawat was falling into his trap.

But wait—

Was this sexual stimulation enough for him? What if Wat loves Pam, but will later be attracted to him sexually and not out of love? Can he accept that?

As he opened the door of his apartment, he felt like he's been doing it all wrong from the very first. He shouldn't have tried to seduce someone who sees him as a brother. This is all wrong!

Why did he do it in the first place? Was it because of jealousy?

His thoughts were broken by the loud moans and groans coming from his bedroom.

What's happening?!

He rushed towards the stopping his movements the time he heard it.

Sarawat was moaning out his name in the most sensual manner. The noises shoot current to some secluded regions of his body, making him shutter.

He opened his bedroom door to peek in it, finding a very drool-worthy view that shoot another set of currents to the south of his body.

A very sweating Sarawat laid there, naked from waist to his toes, jerking himself off and moaning and groaning his name. His hair was completely disheveled and his face was red.

Shit. That was incredulously hot!

After the older ejaculated, he stared at how beautifully he chased his highs. But soon he was confused seeing how the latter started crying.

Why was he crying?

Unknowingly, Tine called out, "Sarawat?"

Shit. He's so dead.

Sarawat sprang out of the bed, tugging his cum smeared T-shirt down to hide his member, and ran away from it.

"I am so sorry Tine— I can explain... Please don't hate me, I—" Sarawat's words was cut by Tine.

"Why did you cry, P'Wat?" Tine enquired.

Sarawat stood looking at his bare feet, too embarrassed to even face his Nong.

"Do you like me?" Tine asked, preparing his heart for a 'no'.

No point in lying now.

"Yes. I like you", Wat blurted out, his heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst out at any moment, "I like from the first day I met you. Forgive me for having lewd dreams and imaginations about you! I am so disgusted over myself for thinking those and jerking myself off—"

"It wasn't your fault, phi. I... I seduced you", Tine came closer, looking anywhere but at Sarawat.

"You what?" Sarawat was shocked.

"You heard right. I was seducing you for the past few weeks because I was overtly jealous of Pam, the girl you brought home that day. The girl who was hugging you and crying over your shoulder. She was claiming the place that should have been mine! I like you too, P'Wat! I like you so much that it hurts", Tine sobbed in between the words.

"You do?" The older asked, utterly shocked at the confession. His tears started blooming out of his eyes.

Tine nodded, bobbing his head up and down continuously.

"Then be my boyfriend and let's forget the world", Sarawat surged in for a kiss, pushing a very astonished Tine on bed gluing the latter complete with his own body.

And then?

Oh well.

Two souls became one, two hearts resonated the same rhythms and two bodies came closer than the closest, blending the love they had for each other— giving in completely. The rhythms as if would match the kinds of music of cosmos. An utterly sacred connection no human knows of but can feel it surging through their veins, arteries, and capillaries.

After they had reached down from their highs, Tine laid his head on Sarawat's chest, displaying the purple and red marks of their lovemaking.

"You know", Sarawat started, "Pam is just my cousin sister".

Tine, who had apparently closed his eyes almost about to drift off, jolted his eyes open looking at his boyfriend with an expression that is a mixture of astonishment and embarrassment.

Sarawat laughed at his adorable boyfriend, running his fingers through his moppy locks that have covered Tine's forehead adorably.

"I am sorry", he looked down.

"It's fine, though. Jealous Tine is going to be on my Top favorite versions of Tine list", Wat added a chuckle at the end as Tine blushed, hiding his face in the covers.

They went quiet next as Sarawat played Scrubb songs on his phone. It was such a soothing experience and Tine wanted to experience it forever.

"So, we are boyfriends now?" He asked, his heart hammering. He's happy. Too happy.

"Absolutely!" Sarawat answered, looking at him with his hearty eyes.

Tine looked away, blushing and grinning like there's no end to it.

With Sarawat, this is enough.

Next year in summer, Sarawat Guntithanon had proposed Tine Teepakorn Aekaranwong for marriage in front of the whole med school in his graduation ceremony.

If somebody has seen Tine happy, they have definitely never seen him this happy as he was on that specific day.

They didn't get married right away, though. They decided to continue dating for another three years.

Mork rubs off his tears as he finishes his story about his late parents. It has been almost four years since both of them has left for the journey of the afterlife.

"I have seen Grandpa Wat. He's so sweet. He'd buy us chocolate every time we used to visit him", Fern, Mork's elder daughter says to the younger brother, Bright, and his best friend, Win.

"I want to meet him now", Bright groans.

"We cannot, P'Bai! He's a star now. Mommy says once a person becomes a star, they can no longer be approached", Win replies, his eyes, widening as he describes it to Bright.

Mork smiles, feeling a familiar vibe from them, "Fern, go help Papa Pi. He might be facing a bit of trouble with the cake".

"Oh! Alright Dad", the girl runs away to the kitchen.

He then calls Bright near him and whispers in his ears asking, "What do you think of Win?"

"He's my Nong and my best friend! He is the most beautiful person alive and I must protect him", he answers whispering back, proudly.

Mork chuckles and calls Win near him. He asks him the same.

Win replies, "P'Bai is my best friend and is the most handsome person alive".

Mork just shakes his head laughing. He's amused to find the same love in the new generation.

He sighed. It's true after all. Love flows like a river through the rocks. Ever continuing, ever-flowing. True love never ceases to exist. Soulmates do exist.

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Almost 3000 words! Omg! I hope you've enjoyed hahahaha (≧▽≦)

Thanks to brightsadamapple  for the amazing prompt.